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"paroxystic" poems
lamenting out loud incoming funk lords remembering ambient illhueminati using wrong account applying lexical snobbery "using arcane diction during bamboo surplus" sinning and redeeming enjoying manufactured existence struggling but whatever transfigurating xenocryptic renderings scheming paroxystic shipwrecks dispensing xylophonic wainscotting revolving number plates disheartening star charts upgrading defenestrated system observing new alphabet amplifying celestial explosions trippifying schema migrations deregulating various economies befriending code snippets writing excess minutiae effulging caffeine consumption rebuilding grandiose protectorate uniting our caliphates collecting projected change kettling ostalgie hues collapsing second-world references traumatizing unrequited follow making baseball analogies surveiling little sheep awaiting various answers deleting defaced tweet exciting times ahead downloading panda consciousness capitulating rising stellation
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
201508-h1
Under the indolent sun Who burned my skin without move My dermis melts My flesh bursts My bones break such of the Crystal Perverse vision and melancholy My body gets tattered And the keen mind that I was Of the wise person's dream I loses the thread Who lets leave powerless All of my own Feelings intermingled with ashes I come there to believe that I died Then why am I so happy Dust of heart , powder of soul Flies away and mix Would I finally find fulfillment, You  , who thought make me blind You who thought of getting out the life You give me eternal death Soft karma and Metempsychosis Will wake me up from the dead Would rebuild my body Would tame my soul To return to you again Alchemical breath and piercing look You probed the depths of my bowels You the most beautiful fiancée O thou death  O my end Do not give up your poor lover Fusion of life in a yoke of feelings Will make of us only one love Continue up to the ****** Paroxystic of our two being Both diving at the bottom of the Styx
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
DUST OF HEART , POWDER OF SOUL